One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eightDays go marching byThere and back I never wait for a confident replyYeah, truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraintsAnd the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of scrutinyWither the path, whether worth the feeA lifetime of scrutinyAnd it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eightYears go flying byNo one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eyeYeah, judgment comes in many forms but never scared or shyAnd the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of scrutinyPrejudicial waters wash over meA lifetime of scrutinyAnd the words just don't equate with sense of sanity anymore

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eightThe faces and the namesShattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blameYeah, is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?'Cause when death comes, it's swift; and, my friend, we end up all the same

Oh, it seems like a lifetime of scrutinyWither the path, whether worth the feeA lifetime of scrutinyAnd it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore